Wednesday, February 15, 2012
a note fromm mabel
Woh, look at me. I am soo sleepee. Mommee tuk thes peechtur after thes peeple-dog cam to my haus. They colled it a baybee. Wot is this? I thot. It loked like a leetle peeple but crowled on the flor and stol my toys lik a dog. And it beet Mommees fingur with its shorp teth. Wot was this theng theenking? Onlee I can do thees to Mommee!
The other peeple care-eed peeple-dog into the rom and held her in theyr orms. They fed her fud from a smol powch. They kised her fase and let her bite them. Thes got me theenking. Whye dont Mommee and Daddee caree me like that? Whye dont I get to eet fud from a powch? Whye dont I get to sit on sumunes lap at the tabl when there is fud? Eet makes no sens.
Peeple-dog tuched me with its tinee peeple hand. I jomped on it to say helo frendly-like, bot Mommee puled me oway. But when she wasnt luking I chasd peeple-dog and tryed to ask it how. And whye. And then I got veree tired. I ned to tawlk to it to fynd out how it got everyun to do wotever it wonts.
If you reed thees, peeple-dog, cawl me.